Inner entertainment first vase

The extended version of Land Rover, which is almost 300 million yuan, is not easy to park downstairs. Ke Yu got off the car at the outskirts of the village in the city and walked back by himself.

Nearly ten o'clock, except for supper, all other stalls were closed, and the street was much deserted.He threw the changed clothes on the car, and he was still wearing a shirt, and the collarbone could be seen vaguely by unbuttoning the collar.As soon as the sea breeze blew, the fishy smell in the port dissipated a lot. Ke Yu stood and smoked a cigarette quietly.

He stood in a very relaxed posture, with one hand on the railing and the other hanging loosely holding a cigarette. His long legs wrapped in suit pants overlapped naturally at the calves, and the orange street lamp was only enough to illuminate half of his profile.

When Shanglu walked along the port from a distance, he saw such a picture.

The light illuminated the other party dimly, and under the dim light, he couldn't tell that the person was Ke Yu.

The instinct of shooting is strong and direct. Shanglu raised his mobile phone and completed a simple camera operation without a stabilizer.

A beam of light pierces the picture from far to near, and it is an empty taxi late at night.The car slowed down but did not stop, the window was lowered, and only heard the question: "Let's go?"

He took the cigarette away from his mouth with his hand, and then a voice sounded indifferently: "Don't go."

The dark green car kicked the accelerator and quickly passed the camera.

Shang Lu turned off the recording, and when he got closer, he could tell who that person was from the excellent profile lines.

...I really saw a ghost. After a week of gathering, Wei Er felt the desire to create twice, one because of Ke Yu, and the other time because of Ke Yu.

His footsteps stopped when he was five or six steps away, "Teacher Ke."

Ke Yu seemed to have been awakened from her own world. She was stunned for a moment, and didn't turn her head back immediately. Instead, she dropped the cigarette butt and extinguished it, then calmly took off the mask from her forearm, put it on and flattened it methodically.

Shang Lu looked at him with interest, and continued to approach after he put on the mask, "What a coincidence?"

He was so tall that Ke Yu had to raise his head to see his face clearly.

For some reason, Shang Lu felt that this gaze stayed on his face longer than the previous nights.

Porsche 911.Ke Yu reconfirmed that he has what it takes to be a badass.

When he got closer, he could vaguely smell the alcohol on his body from the salty sea breeze.

"Have you been drinking?" Shang Lu asked.

"Ah."

"Go back?"

"it is good."

Shang Lu lowered his eyes to observe his state, and walked side by side with him only after making sure that his steps were steady.In the silence, only a few petals flowed between the two of them in the wind.

"Mr. Ke is entertaining at night?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

The two spoke at the same time, Ke Yu paused, looked up, and saw Shang Lu smiled: "Not yet."

Ke Yu's mind was a little blurred by alcohol, "That's it."

It was not a formal relationship.

He thought for a while, then asked politely: "If a very beautiful and rich girl proposes to date you, but it's not a formal relationship, what would you do?"

Shanglu: "...?"

The mood is a bit complicated.

…Understood, it must be the rich woman who proposed to "buy out" last time, so he couldn't weigh it.

Although he doesn't understand the market very well, and he doesn't understand why he should ask a roommate he just met for this kind of question, but Shanglu still helped to analyze it pragmatically: "It depends on the investment cost. If you agree, it is equivalent to spending your own time and money. Shrinking from multi-line to one-line, you need to compare the business volume with..." Fuck, I couldn't continue, Shanglu frowned and said awkwardly: "You, can you understand?"

Ke Yu: "..."

So realistic!

A pair of eyes slowly woke up from the slightly drunken confusion, "I, I understand..." He nodded, suppressed the shock in his heart and concluded: "So—as long as the money is in place, you can accept it."

What do you mean by "so you can accept it"? I'm not... "I can't accept it," Shanglu said rigorously, "I just suggest thinking about it this way from a practical point of view."

Ke Yu agreed in a face-saving manner: "Yes, I can't accept it, just chatting casually..." I thought to myself, and I have a strong sense of self-esteem.

Shang Lu looked down on him from a high position and looked down at him for his 300 taels of silver here, and the restlessness of watching him board the Land Rover during the day surged out uncontrollably.

After going to the living room to say goodbye, Ke Yu finally said, "How can Israel serve people for a long time?"

... Can this little brat understand?

Shanglu stopped, turned around, and saw Ke Yu holding the doorknob and looking up at him, his eyes were serious and emphasized again: "Are you right?"

Shang Lu thought he was posting it out of his own experience, and gave a subtle "hmm".

After the door closed, he sat down on the mattress and breathed a sigh of relief, then pulled out the office chair and turned on the desk lamp.

The storyboard manuscripts that have been drawn for a long time are neatly stacked on the desk, and the pen is pressed on the latest page of manuscript paper. There are many messy lines drawn on the paper, except for the stained black ink.

Shanglu opened the videos taken by sweeping the streets during the day, some of which were recorded as inspiration materials, and some could be directly cut into a film—the two sections of Ke Yu.

Ke Yu, who wears a T-shirt at the canteen, carries water, reads and writes in the store, and Ke Yu, who wears a white shirt and smokes and is slightly drunk at night by the river, forms two extremes, but there seems to be some kind of unity that can be groped.

A male prostitute intoxicated with luxury and money, a young man who wasted the afternoon doing nothing, including his eyes and expressions when he asked "How long does it take for Israel to serve people for a long time", all gradually emerged in front of my eyes.

Shang Lu took a deep breath, and the paper that had been grounded was crumpled up. He unscrewed the cap of the pen and started the first stroke again.

The sound insulation of the cement wall, which is thinner than paper, is useless. The sound of shower water flowing from the bathroom blends with the sound of brushing brushes in the silence.

After taking a shower, Ke Yu was free to open Weibo to take a look.His business frequency is not high. If Mai Anyan insisted on going online today, he would not be able to interact with him.

Mai Anyan's face turned green after reading his reply. He didn't expect the turn of events. Fans seemed to like this, screaming wildly in the comment section and praising him for being cute. Passers-by also thought he was forced to do business. It's a bit kind, and it was on the trending search just half an hour after posting it.

Can the flow that is fed to the mouth be scalded?Mai Anyan backhandedly arranged dozens of marketing accounts to link up, and the hot search abruptly continued into the night.

Ke Yu glanced around in the latest trending search, and after confirming that his name had successfully retreated, he put down his phone and went to sleep.

He felt shallow, and woke up when he heard the sound of ping-pong-pong upside down, and the moment he opened his eyes, he heard the aluminum alloy door slamming on the wall, as if someone had snatched the door and left. and flee.

Amidst the earth-shattering movement, Shang Lu screamed in panic, "What the fuck am I?!"

Passively awakened from a deep sleep, Ke Yu got out of bed as quickly as possible, Ke Yu opened the bedroom door and rushed over—"What's wrong?"

Shanglu clung to the aluminum alloy door with a broken face: "Got it! How could you know it at night!"

"Yeah," Ke Yu followed his gaze--God knows it--he picked up a stack of A4 papers in his hand, and slammed his backhand with a sharp eye. Phantasia only felt a phantom flash in front of him, one with a black back The shiny unknown creature instantly turned over on his beloved and expensive desk.

...I'm fucking ugly!

Is this the thing that crawled across his face while he was sleeping!And he can fly!

Shanglu watched it turn its belly and struggle with its limbs with mixed feelings: "How can there be such an ugly cicada!"

Ke Yu glanced at him calmly: "It's a cockroach."

Shanglu: "..."

Me, fuck, you, mom.

No, it's impossible - how could there be such a big, fat, bright and flying cockroach!

"You lied to me." Shanglu said calmly, "It just crawled over my face."

Ke Yu said pityingly: "It's okay, actually cockroaches like to be clean." At the same time, he took a step back calmly and refused: "——Don't come here."

Shang Lu looked at him wronged and humiliated, then fixed his eyes, and realized something.

"Teacher Ke." He pointed to his face.

Unknown, Ke Yu went in, raised his hand to touch it, and asked suspiciously: "What's the matter?" He was taken aback by Shanglu and became suspicious at first, even wondering if there was a small cockroach on his face.

"Is this what you call disfigured?"